This weekend Little E had a sleepover with her lovely older cousins. We gained an extra member of the family when she returned. A borrowed Barbie.
And this is not just any Barbie. It is a naked Barbie (sorry, not naked, she is wearing high heeled shoes) with past waist length blonde hair which has a glittery purple stripe in it. Little E has clutched this Barbie for dear life ever since she got back and it has even been taken to bed. When I asked her why Barbie has no clothes I was told she didn’t need any. I disagree as it is nearly November.
In principle I have no problem with Barbie. Growing up I had a whole host of Barbie and Cindy dolls paired with their respective Ken and Paul husbands (often partaking in some innocent doll husband swapping of an afternoon). I had the dream house complete with lift and soft top car and even the horse and horse-box for when Barbie was in an equestrian mood. So Barbie was a big part of my childhood and I have no plans on banning Barbie from Little E.
But (here it comes, you knew there was a but coming) she is only two. And have you seen Barbie lately? Were her dresses always that short and was her mid-drift always bare? Don’t even get me started on the size of her chest... She looks so weird in the hands of a two year old, especially as Little E refuses to dress her. Clearly the juxtaposition of such overt sexuality next to my innocent two year old is too much for my motherly brain to comprehend and I just don’t like it.
Husband said I needed to get Little E her own Barbie from the shops yesterday so there are no repercussions when the borrowed Barbie returns to her rightful owner. I did try but I failed miserably. I could not bring myself to purchase this harlot of the toy shop. I opted instead for a Steffi doll which looked slightly more modest wearing a high neckline, no stomach on show, Minnie Mouse motif dress. Plus her lipstick was more bubblegum pink than scarlet rouge. Little E didn’t seem quite so animated to be presented with this ‘Barbie’ but once I covertly removed the original naked doll from her peripheral vision she was quite content with the replacement. I was immediately less troubled by the presence of this doll in our home so, for now, everyone is happy.
Artist, Baker and Blogger. Mum to my two beautiful, cheeky girls. Muddling my way through parenthood with equally cheeky Husband.